i saw some woodcuts from edvard munch at the moma this weekend. i was pretty obsessed, also looked a lot at albert pinkham ryder this week and i think that i dont know how i feel about anything anymore.
im not sure what the next step is for me to make work but i know i have to do something completely different or wrong in order to figure out whats next. this has been such a strange semester because of all of the non art related things im doing, or non painting related things that i'm doing. its hard to be all about it sometimes. this is a week where i'm accepting the fact that everything else needs to come before painting. also im wondering how different it must be to go to grad school and only have to worry about your work? maybe i'm not looking into it enough but psychology is bullshit sometimes. i don't quite understand the reasons why i am even going to classes or why its important. i like learning but i hate testing. i hate homework. i hate studies. also i feel like its really important i go home this weekend and get the fuck out of my studio and come back with some real dope new stuff.

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anyway
i was watching a video on amy sillman and i thought this video was so weird and i had to post it.

idk why it seems every wednesday i hate myself so sorry for the horrific blog posts.